It was the fad in Benin City way
back in my secondary school
days.
I attended the Immaculate
Conception College and in my
Year Three, I seemed to be the
only boy in the testosterone-
charged citadel who had not
gotten a 'BJ'. All the boys would
discuss how they got theirs
with gleeful descriptions and
saucy jigs mostly ending their
recant.
I also noticed that such boys
thereafter seemed to walk with
a swagger or a new jaunt to
their steps. Now, there was I , a
very conservative kid, at the
cusp of puberty, still in the
'dark ages'. An innate shyness
then towards girls was my
secret battle. It wasn't as if I
was not 'fine' enough. On the
contrary, I had been
complimented with being a lad
with teenage good looks by
boys in school and sometimes
their female friends from the
nearby girl school but for me
that was where it ended. And
so, when most of my friends in
secondary school were either
discovering the pleasures of
one emotional adventure after
another, with some even going
further to exploit the daring
sexual adventurism of their
nubile curiosity, there I was;
still a prude but a pride to my
folks.
That was all that mattered to
me then and it would all have
gone on well for me, if not for
the 'BJ' fad that crept into the
scene! And I seemed to be the
only one who had not yet had
one! Somehow, I became the
butt of jokes and I would hear a
few sniggers from the boys
who could clearly see that I
hadn't yet had a 'BJ'. Soon, I
couldn't take it no more. I just
had to have one.
And then she came along and
that changed everything. Kay
was her name. 14 years of age
like me with 'forget-me-not'
eyes and a pouting beauty,
barely restrained by her hidden
seeuality. I can't ever remember
how I got round to talking to
her but we seemed to hit it off
almost immediately that day at
her school's Interhouse Sports
Competition. A couple of after-
school 'walk-dates' later, she
noticed I would always sigh
involuntarily when I was with
her and she asked me what was
wrong. I had to stutter the
truth to her.
'I have been trying to get a 'BJ'
for a while because the boys in
school have made me the
laughing stock'. I told her.
'Why haven't you had one?' she
asked.
How could one answer that
question, what with my ultra-
conservatism shaped by a
combination of Biblical morality
and self-imposed discipline of
not just doing things because
they were the vogue. 'Do you
want to get one?' she asked me
in a very innocent voice. I could
only croak an affirmative. Kay
took my hand and led me
through a dark alley in her
street. I followed meekly. My
heart was beating fast and alien
sensations were dancing in my
body at the feel of her touch.
We came to the end of the dark
alley.
She turned to me and asked
again. 'You are really sure you
want a 'BJ'? Won't your mum
be angry with you?' She had a
teasing smile as she said that.
'My mum won't mind, I'm sure'
I replied. Kay nodded and
guided me out of the alley into
a building which had a Barber
shop, owned by her brother.
Thirty minutes later, I came out
all smiles with the then
reigning 'Brothers Johnson'
hairstyle on my head. All thanks
to Kay!
If you are reading this and you
thought I was going to talk
about some other meaning of
BJ, then you certainly need
deliverance. Repent!

Ah! Lol. Next time I see a thread titled like this, I start reading from the end.
Nice Op, was this really 4rm Charlse Novia?

This on the frontpage would be more fun lol...u got me tho

Okiki_Oluwa: Ah! Lol. Next time I see a thread titled like this, I start reading from the end.
Nice Op, was this really 4rm Charlse Novia?

yea!